I returned from Vermont last night at 10:30. There are lots of great stories i can tell. One involves driving up a mountain covered by at least four inches of snow in a honda civic, at 1:30 am. Another is about skiing on perhaps eight inches of fresh powder on trails where i was the only soul to be found. I dont have pictures of these circumstances; only memories. But i did take a few shots around the chalet in which we were staying. Here is one that i find poignant:
Looking at this snowy path reminded me of one of Frost’s poems (pun intended),
The Road Not Taken:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This missions trip is certainly a road less traveled by. I will be nine months in a foreign country with the purpose of advancing the Gospel. I pray to almighty God that it will make all the difference. sDg.
